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ZAYN Prefrence Only ~

Zayns house party is in full swing.

People had poured in from everywhere, everyone who was someone had come and brought a 'plus one'.

You're trying to get away from the thumping music. The bass is literally making the walls of the house shake.

You run up to Zayns old bedroom and sit there, your head throbbing.

It just starts to get better when the door suddenly opens.

'Heey' A man with dirty blond hair says entering the room.

You'd seen him around the party being a little too close to the girls.

'Must be one of those friends of friends' You think.

'Hey babe, I'm Dean. What's your name, pretty lady?' He asks, his breath stinking of alcohol.

'Y/N. Actually I was just leaving' You say walking past him.

'Woah, hey, where you going?' He closes the door, blocking it.

'Move' You say trying to sound confident but he notices your trembling hands.

'You nervous babe? I'll take care of you' He caresses your cheek with his thumb.

Even such a sweet act seems so crude coming from him.

You slap his hand away, and start walking toward the door.

'You little bitch' He snarls, grabbing you by the neck and throwing you on the bed.

He gets on top and starts kissing you sloppily, the scent of alcohol fresh in your face.

'Get off' You scream, trying to break free.

But he's strong and not willing to loosen his grip on your hands.

He moves one of his hands, rubbing your breast through your shirt.

'No!' You say, your eyes getting wet.

'Get the fuck off, you pervert' You push, trying your best to break free.

'ZAYN. ZAYN' You scream, hoping you're best friend will come for you.

But it's much too loud, the music.

'No ones coming' He whispers moving his hands lower.

'ZAYN' You shout, refusing to stay still.

'SHUT UP!' He screams, hitting you on the jaw so hard, that it instantly leaves a bruise.

He grabs your neck, kissing it.

'Y/N you in he-' Zayn stops mid-way, processing what he's seeing.

'Zayn. Help me..' You choke.

Then it's all a blur.

'You fucking asshole' You hear Zayn scream pulling Dean off you and holding him by the neck, against the wall.

'How dare you touch her?' He spits, punching him across the face, fueled by anger.

He falls to the ground, curling up but Zayn continues to kick Dean, who's lying on the ground unable to even stand.

Zayn lifts him by the collar, eyes cold.

'Don't you ever fucking touch her, you bastard. I'll kill you, I swear. I'll fucking kill you' Another punch, another and another.

'Zayn, stop' Niall yells, running into the room having heard shouts. He tries to calm Zayn who's so enraged, he doesn't realise Deans unconcious.

'He touched her Niall' He screams, hitting him again.

'Zayn move, you don't want to get into trouble' He pulls him away.

'Just get him away from here' Zayn says his voice breaking.

Niall drags Dean along, taking him down.

Zayn looks at you sitting on the bed, shocked, dried tears, disheveled hair and messy clothes.

'Are you okay?' He says sitting on the bed, afraid to touch you.

You look at him with hollow eyes, trying to find something to say.

Instead a fresh stream of tears flow and all you manage to say is 'He touched me Zayn, he touched me' repeatedly, crying more everytime.

Zayn hugs you, pulling you close into him, you crying into his chest.

'I'm so sorry Y/N' He mumbles, hating himself for what happened to you.

'He hit me' You say sobbing uncontrollably.

'What?' Zayn stops, a cold look in his eyes.

'Here' You lift your face to show him the bruise on your jaw which was till then hidden.

'Y/N..I'm so sorry' He whispers, close to tears.

He takes his thumb, running it across the mark.

'I'm so sorry..' He repeats, anger, frustration and sadness all mixed in his voice.

'It's not your fault' You whisper.

'I'll never let anyone hurt you'

'You saved me Zayn'

'You saved me' He says looking into your eyes.

You look at him, wanting to kiss him, but the image of being touched by Dean crosses your mind and you freeze.

'Zayn..' You mumble, unsure.

'Yeah?'

You want to tell him you love him but you don't.

'Thank You' You say squeezing his hand.

'Don't thank me. Y/N..'

You look up at him, hoping he'll say what you want to hear.

'I love you' He smiles slightly, waiting for your reaction.

'I love you' You say, moving closer and kissing him on the lips, very softly.

He says nothing but hugs you closer planting a kiss on your forehead.